The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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2532 | 2023-06-09 04:27:05 | 64.94 | 99% |
2182 | 2023-04-04 07:04:34 | 67.20 | 100% |